Submission in South America · Part 1 (1/2)
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Catherine Parker is employed by a leading English newspaper, working as a journalist for special features. Based in London for the last few years she has come up through the ranks to become a valued member of her team, and regularly is given international assignments on behalf of the paper.
She is 5 foot 4, 28 years old,38 D-21 -36, pretty with long blonde hair, always admired by her male fellow worker’s. but never romances in the office, nicknamed by many around the office as the pocket rocket.
She has been given a special assignment to travel to South America and report back on the progress of the new regime / government in Costa Vezeula. At her briefing before leaving London, her editor made it clear that she should be very careful whilst in the country, whilst appearing as fairly stable, the new dictatorship which overthrew the last government is reported to be not so squeaky clean as they would like the western world to think.
She was given a travelling companion, Mark Burroughs, an international reporter, their brief was to arrive in the country and stay for a week, when asked the reason for travel they were to readily admit their journalistic links, saying they were reporting on the travel features section for their newspaper for a special section in the Sunday magazine on South American travel destinations. This should give them the necessary freedom to move around and do a bit of snooping on the new regime.
Catherine and Mark arrived in Costa Vezeula after a comfortable flight, they even scored an upgrade to business class. They did their journalist routine at the immigration desk at the airport and caught a taxi to there down town hotel, on the way in they passed a military / air force installation, Catherine could not help but take a few quick snap shots of the impressive military hardware on display on the other side of the barbed wire fence, just to her mind seemed to be a bit fancy for a country not at war?
Settling in and making their first stop an evening meal out in one of the cities entertainment spots. Taking the opportunity to cover their tracks, they did a fair amount of photography, checked out a few restaurants and night clubs, taking a few rolls of film in the process.
For there next couple of days Catherine and Mark, did the tourist reporter thing to a tee, visiting with the cities tourism centre and gaining interviews with tourism officials, and receiving entrees to all of the cities tourist attractions. They felt in no danger and they were well on track to write an impressive piece on their return. They also had an ideal way in which to do a little snooping of their own via the entrees they had been given. One of these was to attend an expats community lunch at the government's residence, the national building set in parklands in the city centre.
The lunch was a relaxed cordial affair, they met with many of the western locals, and conversations got around to items of interest to their journalistic minds, many of the expats talked of money laundering, and how the ports of the country were supposedly used for cocaine smuggling, and indeed how a few people in the community had gone missing without trace. No facts but lots of interesting material.
On the 5th day of their stay, Catherine decided to take a harbour cruise, Mark had complained of being a bit hangover from the previous nights activities and opted out fearing seasickness, a half day excursion out and about on the beautiful harbour and surrounds, and a great opportunity to take a detailed look at the traffic in the port, she was able to roll off 5 rolls of film during this excursion, she saw what she thought was inaaprioate activity for a commercial port, gunboats openly patrolling, a fair contingent of naval vessels and crew, and a mixture of vessels from all over the world, ummmh show thought ideal situation to smuggle cocaine out of the country all under the watch of the government via its naval presence, it did seem to be adding up this story line.
She got back to the hotel late afternoon, and after a busy day was preparing to take a siesta, Mark was not around. After being in around 15 minutes there was a loud knock at the hotel suite door, opening the door she was confronted with three local military men.
"We are from the government offices and are here to ask you to come with us to answer some questions on your activities here during your stay". Catherine was wary but felt she really had no option but to go with them, they treated here cordially and escorted her down to a waiting limousine at the hotel front ddor, I guess the look of the limo calmed her a little, if they meant trouble she did not think they would turn up in a limo.
She was driven to a government office adjacent to the residence that she had been in a few days back for lunch. Asked to follow the men she was taken to a large well appointed office in the main building, after being left alone for around 10 mins, a senior officer came in and sat down behind his desk.
"Miss Parker thank you for coming down at such short notice, we have a few concerns about your stay with us here in our country that we need to get resolved". The official went on to say that she was not under arrest and that she had nothing to fear, however whilst they conducted few investigations she needed to stay on these premises, perhaps some tea in our library would be in order?
She stayed in the library for over 4 hours, Unbeknown to her the authorities were in her hotel room ransacking the room and going through her personal possessions, they removed some all of the rolls of film, and some personal diaries and travel logs.
Eventually she was called back to the office she had been in earlier, by this time although she had been well looked after she was apprehensive about the days events.
Entering the room, she again was addressed by the senior official from earlier, however another three men were also in the room. "Miss Parker", he began, "regretfully we seem to have stumbled across some rather disturbing information this afternoon, we have conducted a search of your hotel room and have developed some film whilst you have been enjoying your afternoon tea. And well Miss Parker what we have found has left us with no other action then to say you are under arrest".
Catherine was now very worried, they showed her the developed film, with pics of military installations, the naval patrols on the harbour and all the boats, plus various pics of government buildings and related materials, they also showed her a small envelope of white powder saying this was found in your room, it is illegal to have drugs in your possession in our country.
She now felt quite sick, the drugs had been planted, she tried to remain calm and talk her way out of this predicament, but to no avail
They advised her that her colleague had also been arrested on his return to the hotel, around an hour earlier.
"Miss Parker we are a fair country, you will be kept in one of our local police stations lock ups until your trial which is set down for 2 days time", they also told her that they were alerted to her taking pictures of the military facilities close to the airport by the taxi driver who became wary and picked up a handsome reward for his efforts, she should be more careful, they had had the pair of them followed since their first morning in the country.
She was driven to a local police station, where all of her personal possessions were taken from her, they refused her demands to make a phone call or see a lawyer, stating you have been arrested in our country your laws do not apply. Taken to the back of the station she was marched into a cell, and the door was closed behind her. The cell was fairly comfortable, with a proper bed, a washbasin, toilet and a chair. The door was made of steel bars and looked out onto a courtyard, show could hear other people in the other cells that ringed the courtyard.
Over the next two days, she endured the heat of the cell, she was dressed in the same slacks and casual polo shirt that she had worn when she went sightseeing on the harbour.
All of her requests to be allowed to speak with Mark, or make a phone call where denied. At around 10 on the second morning of her confinement show was taken from her cell. This time they applied a set of metal leg irons with a connecting chain to her wrist cuffs, these were padlocked in place, transportation restraints they told her, necessary to resist any chance of escape. She felt ashamed when they placed these devices on her, however as she was driven through the streets to the court room she also felt a certain sexual energy from being restrained like this, show tried to fight this urge off, feeling strange that such a sensation should come over her at a time like this, but she felt her pussy becoming increasingly wet.
At the court house she was firmly marched straight into a large court room and placed in a security cage, her restraints were not removed as she was forced to stand in front of the judge restrained in a metal cage.
The judge began by explaining that show had been arrested as a result of possession of drugs and it would appear she was not here in this country to write a travel story but rather to snoop around and play detective on his countries government.
She denied all allegations, saying that she had not been given any normal privileges such as a phone call or contact with her country or place of work. The judge advised he had no interest in her pleas, she is subject to the laws of his country and they could choose to do whatever they chose.
The judge said he finds her guilty as charged and would now deliver the courts decisions in a case of this nature.
He went on to say that she was to be given three choices, a very fair arrangement under the circumstances, were he felt no choice she be given she should have been locked up straight away, no questions asked, however the government had their laws and he was bound to administer them.
The three choices were
Pay a fine of UKL500,000, this could not be made by a private organisation only by her government, upon payment of this fine she would be free to go.
Receive a prison sentence of not less than 15 years.
Spend six months at a special facility of the government.
Standing in the humiliating cage, with a full public gallery looking on, the judge told her she had 5 minutes with which to make her decision. or he would make it for her.
She went over the three options in her head, she asked questions relating to the choices, she was refused information on any. She knew full well that the British government would not pay ransom money, they do not deal with countries that they regard as radical or with terrorist links in this way, And they will only accept a payment from her government, so the paper could not help here.
15 years in jail! She knew that the facilities would be harsh and there was no way she would survive that amount of time locked away. It only seemed to leave the last option, but what did they mean, spend six months at a special facility run by the government?
The judge advised her time was up, "What is your decision?" he asked. She said, "I find it very hard to make a decision as I have done no wrong and do not feel I should be treated in this way", stubbornly she said, "my decision is that you should release me and allow me to return to my country".
The judge laughed, speaking again he said, "In the case of Costa Vezeula against Catherine Parker, I find you guilty as charged and my decision is that you will spend 8 months in the government special facility, I give you the extra months as you were not able to make a decision and you were insolent to the court, take her away".
Oh my god Catherine thought, I am in trouble now, anguish and fear gripped her body, the cage was opened and two guards hauled her roughly out, she stumbled in her restraints as they dragged her to a small door at the back of the court which lead into a staircase leading down to the holding cells. Slapping her across the face they shoved her into a tiny cell, no bigger than a cupboard with stone walls and floor, they attached her leg irons to a bolt in the floor and pocked the heavy steel door shut, It was hot and nearly pitch dark in her smelly cell.
Three hours must have passed until they opened her cell again, they advised her she was to be transported to the special facility that night, it was a 10-12 hour drive and she was to be prepared for her journey straight away, unlocking her from the bolt they stood her up and marched her to an anti room, the room was stark it contained a wooden chair and a small cupboard and had a large metal bowl on the floor.
The two guards who had taken her from the cell removed her restraints and told her to strip, Catherine refused their request, one of the guards forced her over the chair, he ripped of her expensive linen slacks and pulled off her little white g-string, reaching into the cupboard he pulled out a large riding crop and began to savagely beat her buttocks and legs.
Flinching in pain from this sudden onslaught, she gulped and began to remove her clothing, She huddled there whilst they told her what was in store for her. The facility was located in the high mountains, around 10 hours drive from the city. It was a fortified single building, purpose built for the senior officials of the Coasta Vezeula government.
Escape was impossible, she would spend 8 months in the facility being trained as a plaything for the exclusive use of the officials. She should expect to be degraded and humiliated during her stay, and would discover such delights as bondage, punishment, sensory depravation, confinement and any other activities that the men or woman choose to do to her. Failure to comply would bring hard and long pushment, and an extension to her stay. These very two guards were trying to get a transfer to the staff of the facility so that they too could enjoy the perverse pleasures of sluts such as her they told her.
She was told that she would now be readied for her journey, they placed the metal bowl on the floor and told her to empty herself of any waste before the journey, Catherine was reluctant to be forced to urinate and defecate in a metal bowl before these two thugs, a few lashes over her body from the crop soon changed her mind.
She was told that she would be transported to the facilty in a special transport vehicle, she would be restrained during the journey, it would be very hot but water would be provided to her, finishing her embarrassing toilet regime she was thrown a pair of pants to wear during the journey,
Submission in South America · Part 1 (1/2)
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